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One Week Later - 12:40 PM
Waking up late, Dominic lurched towards his bathroom. He looked at his
reflection and groaned at his incredibly weary face. The faint signs of a
bruise formed near the bottom of his eye. "That Inkpot really punches
hard." Dominic said to himself. He lifted up his shirt and on his body
were a few scratches, burns, and bruises. He sighed. No amount of
bandages could help. Dominic plopped himself onto the bed hoping to get
at least a few more minutes of sleep.
Weeks had passed, and being Lady Bullet was beginning to take a toll on
Dominic. He had been physically tired in his day job. His work output
wasn't as good, but it was sufficient enough to get through the day. His
energy was spent every night, when he would go out as Lady Bullet.
Fighting crime had become easy for him, but lately he had been
functioning the suit under automation while the Lady Bullet suit would be
controlling the action. Dominic was too tired and sore to be active in
fighting crime. "It takes a woman to get things done." Dominic mumbled to
himself. The phrase kept ringing in his ear. The suit forced him to say
that last night and it was incredibly cheesy.
After nights of crime fighting, Dominic would also take his time to
analyze the Lady Bullet code and algorithm. He had been fascinated by
this software, learning how it makes choices and more importantly, how it
forms these choices in the first place. He started noting patterns: the
choices are always binary and the computer pulls all its statistical data
from the city's website. 'I wonder if the last Lady Bullet was the
webmaster...' he thought to himself.
BZZT!
Dominic woke up, scrambled for his phone, and read the text from Sue:
"Hey! You up for coffee?"
1:03 PM
"Jesus..."
Dominic came, limping to Sue's table in the cafe. He didn't realize until
after he left home that maybe being Lady Bullet may have dislocated his
hip. Sue got up to help him sit at the table. She looked with amazement
at Dominic's bruised face. A few small bandages covered up some wounds on
his cheeks and he hid the rest of his face with large dark sunglasses.
"What happened!?" Susan exclaimed. "Were you mugged?" Dominic put his
hand up to assure her that he was fine. "Workout's been tough," he
replied, and removed his sunglasses.
Susan chuckled. "You know your trainer's not supposed to beat you to a
pulp."
"Sh-she's an MMA fighter."
"Uh-huh." Susan took a sip of her coffee and pushed the extra cup towards
Dominic motioning for him to drink. He bent forward and slurped the
coffee from the cup without lifting it off the table. Susan stared
perplexed. "You know, maybe fighting isn't right for you." Dominic looked
up from his sip. "B-but I have to! She won't let me solve problems
without getting into a fistfight!" Susan's eyes grew wide. "Uh, what
exactly is your trainer doing?" Dominic caught himself, realizing that
Susan wasn't talking about Lady Bullet. "Oh! Umm, she has a very gung-ho
approach to conflict resolution." Dominic's lie was falling apart, piece
by piece and it looked like Susan could see right through it. Susan
rested her hand on Dominic's. "Look, I know you want to be safe, but
sometimes, fist-fighting isn't the answer. To be honest, you're not good
at it."
"Well, I don't think I'm good at anything to be honest."
"That's not true!" Susan's yell startled everyone in the cafe. "You're a
programmer! Work with that!"
"That seems more likely to get me punched."
"Make a fighting robot to fight for you! Or improve the bully's life so
he doesn't have to be angry at you! It's worked with Pete, hasn't it?"
Dominic sat up. "What do you mean?"
"Did you realize how Pete's been treating you lately? One minute you're
his mule, the next, you're all buddy buddy and he's inviting you to bar
night! You didn't fight him, or give in! You basically programmed your
way out of the problem!"
"Wait how do you know that?"
"You really think all I do is deliver your mail?" Susan chuckled and made
glasses with her hands. "I see everything! Look Dominic, you're a smart
guy. Give yourself credit sometimes. You're good at stuff. It may not be
rewarding now, but it will pay off in ways you won't expect, I promise."
Dominic looked down and noticed Susan's hand was still on his. He felt
his cheeks warm and he began leaning closer to her. "Susan, thank you.
I-"
The ground started to rumble. Everyone looked around, but the room calmed
down. The patrons at the cafe began murmuring about earthquakes and
aftershocks. Dominic felt something in his pocket vibrating. He pulled
out the Lady Bullet pin which was now flashing. Dominic looked out the
window and could see hints of smoke beginning to form. He got up and gave
Susan a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry. I have to go to her."
Dominic fled, leaving Susan, who was frozen with shock.
1:43 PM
Lady Bullet hovered above the city buildings. "What's the situation?" she
said out loud. On the ground, a group of firefighters and police officers
gathered under her. "We've got a bomb threat from this apartment here! We
need to clear out the building!" Lady Bullet nodded. "Understood. I'm on
it," a firefighter yelled at her. "Be careful! The building's going to
collapse any minute!"
Lady Bullet flew higher to get a better view of the building. Green smoke
was bleeding through the windows and onto the ground. She scanned the
building, and her HUD showed the thermal signatures of the humans still
in the building. The apartment was nearly full and many of the residents
were laying unconscious in their rooms. A gas mask folded over Lady
Bullet's face and Lady Bullet smirked. "Time to do some window shopping."
She crashed through one window, picked up a family, and crashed through
the opposite window, dropping the family safely onto the adjacent
building. She went back in and did the same thing with another family:
crash through the window, grab a family, crash through the opposite
window, and drop the family off. The speed she flew zigzagging through
the apartment took mere seconds.
Right as Lady Bullet was about to make her next zip through, an alert on
her HUD started flashing: "ALERT: NEW OPPORTUNITY AVAILABLE." The ground
rumbled again. Lady Bullet looked around. "Dominic," the computer
started. "An EMP has disabled a nearby helicopter. There may be something
in that helicopter that could save the lives of these people. Dominic
refused; this didn't sound right or make any sense. "No!" Lady Bullet
said out loud. "I should finish up here first!"
"Dominic." The computer continued. "The helicopter's trajectory will
impact a skyscraper within five minutes. Based on my calculations, we may
be able to reduce the loss of life by going after the helicopter."
Dominic's HUD divided into two sides. On one side: LIVES SAVED - 72%. On
the other side pointing to the apartment: LIVES SAVED - 67%. Dominic was
getting frustrated. "What does this mean?" Lady Bullet shouted.
"There isn't much time Dominic," the computer said. Lady Bullet looked
left and right, torn with what to do.
1:49 PM
It seemed the world around Dominic fell silent. Lady Bullet slowly
descended, bringing the now rescued helicopter to the ground. She looked
up at the skyscraper. The building was safe, but there were no smiling
faces. In fact no one was in there at all. Lady Bullet soon found out
that the building had been emptied out; it was ready to be demolished
this week.
The helicopter reach the ground and Lady Bullet ripped off the doors. A
tall lanky man came bursting out and hugged Lady Bullet tight. "Thank
God!" the man exclaimed. He wore a white suit and a gold chain with some
sort of logo. "Where are the others?" Lady Bullet inquired. She shoved
the man aside and looked in the helicopter for anyone else. "It was only
me in there," the man replied. Sure enough, the helicopter was now empty.
The pilot had already gotten out to assess the damage. Dominic was now
filled with a mix of rage and sadness. "I have to go!" Lady Bullet yelled
at the man, then took off into the air.
1:50 PM
It was too late. Lady Bullet gasped at the scene. The gassed building was
now a pile of ashes. There were no remains of the structure anywhere;
just an empty block that looks like it had been empty for years. The
firefighters and police officers looked at each other with disbelief.
"How can a building go down that fast?"
Lady Bullet landed on the street. No one could see it, but Dominic was
crying. He looked at the dejected firefighters as they put away their
equipment. Some ignored her presence, and some looked angrily at her, not
saying a word. She looked at the survivors: there were only five, and one
was on a stretcher: it was a little girl and she was hooked up to oxygen.
Her breathing was erratic and she was covered in scratches and bruises.
"I'm sorry," Dominic said to himself. Lady Bullet leapt into the sky,
away from everyone.
2:10 PM
Lady Bullet landed in her pod, opened up, and let Dominic crawl out. The
computer started up. "Dominic, I can begin analyzing the gas so we can
find the source of-"
"STOP!" Dominic screamed. He looked at the computer. The smiley face on
the screen turned into a frowning face. "Why did you make me do that!?"
Dominic demanded. "One rich fuck in a helicopter versus an entire
apartment building!? How does that make sense!?"
The computer screens lit up with text blocks of information. On one
screen, the helicopter passenger's photo came up. "Judas Wallens is CEO
of the Hourglass Institute which creates medical technologies." Dominic
was getting impatient. "So?"
The computer continued. "Prototype A-449 of Hourglass Institute R&D shows
a promising decrease of terminal diseases within the city. The projected
lives saved because of the device calculate to 72%." Dominic scoffed.
"And that's your basis huh? Just guesses for some science project that
won't even be ready anytime soon."
"Prototype A-449 has already pleased many of the scientists working on
it, based on scans on social media. The Clockwork corporation also
strongly believes that the prototype will sufficien-"
"Wait a minute," Dominic yelled. He recognized that name: Clockwork.
"Show me software information!" The screen changed showing Lady Bullet's
software information:
Lady Bullet (v2.5)
Heroic Hardware and Software
Copyright Clockwork Software, 2013.
DO NOT COPY
Dominic scoffed. "So that's it," he said. "I let people die just so
Clockwork could get a bit of raise in their profits," Dominic shouted and
banged his hands against the keyboard. He tried to rip off some of the
keycaps with limited success. "Dominic," the computer interrupted. "It
was not solely you who made the decision. I am just as responsible for
creating the calculations."
"But you're a computer!" Dominic screamed, tears in his eyes. "You don't
have to bear the responsibility of others' lives! You don't know what it
feels like to fail someone and never get to make it up to them! All you
do is calculate numbers and tell me which is the biggest one!" Dominic
continued his fit of rage, kicking cases and enclosures of the computer.
Then he came up to Lady Bullet and stopped himself before he tried to
shatter the glass. For a brief moment, Dominic actually mistook her for
an actual woman sleeping peacefully in a tube. He just couldn't bring
himself to destroy her. He knew she was just a suit, but it almost seemed
like he was hurting a real person. Like he was hurting her. She deserved
better.
"Disconnect her."
"But Dominic," the computer said. "The suit won't be able to interface
with the hero software if I do that. Furthermore, the suit only has 48-
hours of charge left."
"Disconnect her!" Dominic yelled much louder for emphasis.
There was a short pause. "Exosuit opening," the computer voice said. The
tube opened and the Lady Bullet suit opened up. Dominic forcefully
inserted himself into the suit, and it closed up. Lady Bullet pushed
herself out of the tube and looked at the computer. "You don't deserve
her. She doesn't need your help to be a hero." Lady Bullet sighed. "I'm
going."
"Goodbye Dominic," the computer plainly replied. "We hope you'll return
soon!"
Lady Bullet shook her head and this time, took the lift up, walking away
from the computer for hopefully the last time.
6:58 PM
It was getting late. Lady Bullet didn't expect to find herself out here
this long, but here she was. She spent her time walking around the
streets, doing a pseudo patrol. Despite this, she really didn't want to
get into a scuffle right now. She needed time to breathe, to be away from
her hero persona. She didn't want anyone to bother her, so Dominic
activated Lady Bullet's incognito mode. Instead of her superhero outfit,
she now just looked like an average woman in a trenchcoat and ankle
boots. This gave her the privacy she needed. She stopped by a local
pizzeria so Dominic could actually get some dinner. While eating a slice,
Dominic found that Lady Bullet's mouth acted as an extra set of teeth to
chew the food. It was weird.
Night had fallen in the city. The streets and alleyways were now shrouded
in darkness. Lady Bullet took another stroll around the block with little
to no trouble. Occasionally, some drivers would stop by her, thinking she
was a prostitute, but after her refusal, the drivers thankfully weren't
bothered enough to chase her down. Dominic had thought of heading back to
his apartment, but it would be hard to convince his awake neighbors that
this random woman had the right to get in. He then tried to convince
himself that if he kept patrolling, maybe something interesting would
happen. He was prepared to come by danger, but it still took him by
surprise.
Lady Bullet passed by an apartment building when she heard something that
caught her attention. She peeked inside through the glass door. Inside
the apartment lobby, three men dressed in all black had pinned down a
woman at the front desk. They were pointing knives at her. Acting
quickly, Lady Bullet burst through the door, shattering glass and causing
a ruckus which caught the knifemen's attention. "Hey!" was all Lady
Bullet could say. Dominic was relieved that he didn't inherit the cheesy
one-liner program. That relief quickly vanished when one of the knifemen
ran towards Lady Bullet. She tried to dodge out of the way, but the
knifeman caught her tell and reacted. He swiped across and scratched Lady
Bullet's face. Dominic didn't feel anything, but he heard the scratch of
metal. Lady Bullet punched the knifeman, knocking him back against a
pillar. Her punch wasn't as strong as Dominic had seen before, but it was
enough to knock him back and take him out.
The other knifemen took notice and both took her on. One began to lunge
at her, but as she got ready to block, another tripped her on the side
and she fell hard on her back. Lady Bullet tried to get up, but the two
knifemen began kicking and stomping on her. Lady Bullet tried to block
the blows, but there were too many for her to keep up. Then, Dominic
heard a scraping sound. Lady Bullet looked down at her midriff. The knife
tore through her clothes exposing her stomach. Her skin was slashed
revealing frayed wires. Dominic screamed in shock. Never had he seen Lady
Bullet damaged so badly. He forgot that this wasn't his body that
couldn't get hurt, but it was only a matter of seconds before it was.
Lady Bullet looked up as one knifeman was getting ready to stab her in
the face.
"Hey!"
The knifemen looked up. Lady Bullet heard two bangs, probably gunshots.
The two men got up and scurried away from Lady Bullet. After a moment of
silence, the shooter's face hovered over hers. Lady Bullet smiled at the
familiar face.
"M-Michael..."
Michael looked worried. He began checking Lady Bullet for any injuries,
then he came to her midriff. "Oh my God..."
"Help..." she gasped.
Michael pulled out his phone. "I-I'll call for an ambulance." But then,
Lady Bullet stopped him. "No good," she whispered. "Take me home..."
"M-my home?"
Lady Bullet nodded, and her eyes closed as she began to drift into
unconsciousness.
10:57 PM
Lady Bullet opened her eyes. She was lying down in a bed. It was a room
she was familiar with, but not as well. It took a while for her to
remember: this was Michael's room. She looked down at her stomach. Her
midriff was sealed back up with crude stitching holding it together. She
touched it, gliding her fingers across the seam. She admired the level of
craftsmanship used to fix her. It wasn't perfect, but it did the job. She
took a deep breath to take stock of her body. She felt normal. A bit
fatigued, but everything felt right where it was supposed to be.
The door opened and Michael came in holding wire cutters and a roll of
tape in his mouth. He gasped in surprise and dropped the tape on the
ground. "Oh! That was fast!"
"Yeah," Lady Bullet joyfully replied. "I guess I'm just-"
"A cyborg?"
"I'm sorry?"
Michael sat on the chair next to the bed. "A cyborg," he repeated. He
sighed and began again. "I fixed you up and saw inside your body. I
thought you were human, but I didn't see your stomach in there. You
weren't bleeding and you didn't have organs. You're just wires and metal.
I figured because of that, you're half human, half mechanical: a cyborg.
Unless I'm wrong and you're just a full on robot."
Lady Bullet blushed. "No! No!" she exclaimed. "I'm still a human up
here," she said, pointing to her head. Michael chuckled. "That explains
how you can change clothes." Lady Bullet looked down at herself; she was
back in her standard uniform. "How did I change back?" she asked.
"You tell me," Michael said. "A few minutes after you went unconscious,
your coat disappeared and your costume reappeared on you." Michael
blushed, realizing what he just said. "I promise I didn't look during the
in-between! Are your clothes holographic? Are you just naked under those
clothes?"
Lady Bullet smiled. "Aren't we all?" She tried to sound clever, but she
knew it was the corniest thing she said. Perhaps some of that one-liner
program did make it after all. Michael couldn't help but smile too.
"Well, I didn't know you were a cyborg, but I have tea ready, if that's
your thing."
Lady Bullet stood up from the bed. In an instant she changed her
superhero suit into a casual set of pajamas. "Tea is definitely my
thing."
11:00 PM
The two sat at the kitchen table across from each other. Lady Bullet sat
on the chair, cross-legged, sipping on her chamomile tea, while Michael
was slouched in his chair, twirling the spoon in his mint tea. After
another sip, Lady Bullet looked into Michael's eyes, who was staring
right back at her. She expressed confusion. "Are you angry at me?"
Michael caught himself. He immediately sat up and over expressed on his
face. "What? What do you mean?"
"You seem like you're angry at me."
"No, I just-" Michael sighed. "Can I be honest?"
"Sure."
"I think it's the cyborg thing that's throwing me off. I thought you were
fully human, and I loved that about you! You made it seem that someone
like me could do anything. Obviously I see you're not human, well fully
human, but I'm back to thinking the impossible is out of reach. Like, I
can't do what you can do unless I become like you. Do you get what I
mean?"
Lady Bullet nodded. "I told you I'm still human Michael. How I do things,
the flying and lifting heavy things, that's what the sui-" She caught
herself. "That's what the circuitry does. The human part of me chooses to
do those things. To do good. To be good. You can do good too Michael, and
I can assure you that you can do it without being a cyborg. I've already
seen you do it." She lifted part of her shirt showing off the scar again.
Michael blushed. "I know." He took a sip. "Thanks. You really are a goody
two-shoes superhero aren't you?"
Lady Bullet giggled and took another sip. "So where does that put us?"
"Us?"
"I get it if you want to stop seeing me because I'm like this."
Michael couldn't help but smile. "When I was in the hospital with my
wife, they put her through so much. They hooked her up to every machine
they could to keep her alive. She was virtually mechanical at that point.
Through all those machines, I saw a woman who was getting worse every
day. Her skin was paling, she was growing scrawnier, and her entire body
was bruised. She had gone through hell, and I still wanted to be with her
till the day she died." Michael got up and put his mug on the counter. "I
had a wife who died barely human. I had a boyfriend who had a wheelchair
and a prosthetic arm."
Lady Bullet's eyes widened. "You didn't tell me you-" Michael raised his
hand. "You're human where it counts, that's what matters. And I'll love
you no matter how robotic you are." Michael chugged down his tea and
offered to put away Lady Bullet's now empty mug. He rinsed the mugs and
walked to Lady Bullet who was now standing, watching him. "Well, it's
getting late..."
"Do you want to-" the two said in unison looking at the bed. They smiled.
Michael's eyes widened. "Can you?"
Lady Bullet smiled and blinked seductively. "Why don't you find out?"
11:40 PM
Lady Bullet passionately kissed Michael's forehead. The two were
positioned upright on the bed. Lady Bullet gyrated her hips up and down
as Michael entered deeper inside her. Michael dug his face in her
breasts, and Lady Bullet grabbed tightly onto his head. The pressure
began to mount as Lady Bullet felt the sensation move upwards in her
body. She couldn't help but moan softly as she became engulfed in a
euphoric heat. She recalled back to the first time she flew. That moment
of flying high in the atmosphere, seeing the city below her and the stars
just a bit out of reach. That moment when she was enthralled by the
freedom were nothing compared to what she was feeling now. The sensation
held and Lady Bullet was losing control. "Just let gravity take you." she
remembered she told herself. She let go and just let Michael take her in.
Soon, she felt a warm liquid near her legs. The movement stopped and the
two couldn't help but laugh. They fell back on the bed, side by side.
They smiled at each other and with one last kiss, drifted off to sleep.
1:23 AM
Lady Bullet leaned against the balcony rail, staring at the city she was
tasked to protect. She reflected on the past day. 'I don't deserve these
people,' she thought. 'Not after what I've done. Dominic felt sad. Lady
Bullet thought back to the faces she saw when she returned to the
apartment building. They were angry and disappointed. And if Lady Bullet
returned to being a superhero tomorrow? She knew they still wouldn't want
her. 'How can I be a hero if they don't want me to be one?'
"Are you angry at me?" Michael asked. Lady Bullet looked behind her;
Michael was leaning against the entryway, fully nude. Lady Bullet smiled,
but it quickly went away. "I'm angry," Lady Bullet replied, "but not at
you."
Michael came closer to massage her shoulders and kiss her on the neck.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Strangely, I do," Lady Bullet replied. "I made a mistake today. I made a
bad choice, and people died because of it. Innocent people died, and
instead of saving them, I saved only two people. This city deserves
someone better."
There was a moment of silence between the two of them. Finally, Michael
spoke: "Then try again."
Lady Bullet was surprised by this answer. "What?"
"Try again," Michael repeated. "You can't fix the past, but you can
always be better than it. So try again. Learn from your mistakes and be
better."
"You make it sound so easy," Lady Bullet said as she grasped onto
Michael's hand.
"You make it look easy," Michael said. Lady Bullet was confused by this,
which she made clear to Michael by her expression. "You don't remember?"
Michael continued. "A few months ago, you let a terrorist blow up a
laundromat along with the hostages in it. Last year, you stopped a car
chase with a filled charter bus, injuring everyone on it. And don't get
me started on the robberies that happen every day."
"How is this helping?"
"It's what you did between and after that really matters. It's what the
people always remember. After the laundromat, you saved another one, same
danger. You not only disarmed the bomb, but you were able to turn the
bomber in alive! After the bus, you've been able to stop car chases
minutes after they start, and everyone stays safe. And the rate of
robberies is shrinking! How do you not know this?"
Dominic was stunned. 'How did he miss all of this?' he thought to
himself. He tried to think of an excuse fast. "I guess I don't like to
remember it either."
Michael smiled. "Don't be so hard on yourself. The point is, you're good.
Everyone knows you are. I know you are. Most importantly, you're human.
You make mistakes, and that's why we love you. Don't be afraid to fail.
You've shown us all how much better we can be after we make mistakes."
"I'm not sure I have what it takes."
"You do! You said it yourself: you have the capacity to do good. Just act
on it."
Lady Bullet smiled and kissed Michael on the lips. "Now you're my hero,"
she said. Michael smiled back. Lady Bullet stood back from Michael and
materialized her supersuit. "I have to go. I know what I need to do now.
Thank you."
Michael stepped forward. "Lady," he croaked. "These last few days, you
taught me how to move on. It's been hard being alone, but you showed me
there's hope in life." Michael looked down, then back up at her. "I love
you."
Lady Bullet grabbed both of Michael's hands and gave him one more
passionate kiss. "I love you too Michael, but-"
"I understand," Michael interrupted. "You have your duty." He smiled
again. "I hope to see you again."
Lady Bullet stepped back and started hovering into the air. "You will."
2:00 PM
Everyone in the apartment building was asleep giving Lady Bullet a chance
to sneak into Dominic's apartment. She opened the door quietly and locked
it behind herself. Once inside, her body turned rigid and she fell back
on the bed. The Lady Bullet suit opened up and Dominic burst out of it
with excitement. He rushed to his computer and filled his nearby mug with
a cup of coffee. Dominic had an idea and he didn't want to lose it. He
began typing on his computer.
***
Judas shuffled his feet across the marble floor. He had just woken up,
and he was in his pajamas, yawning as he made his way across the lobby.
He finally reached the elevator which took him down to the R&D floor. A
scientist greeted him, but Judas wasn't having any of it. "Why did you
wake me up this early?" Judas said.
The scientist's excitement receded. "We've done some scans from your,
umm, incident earlier today, and we found something that may interest
you." The scientist pulled a TV screen close to the two of them. On the
screen was a three-dimensional photograph of Lady Bullet pulling Judas
out of the helicopter. The scientist pushed a button which changed the
color of the screen.
"Lady Bullet has been emitting unusual electromagnetic waves, especially
for a human. Upon further analysis, we found these waves to be similar to
the ones emitted by our prototypes. Basically, Lady Bullet may not be
human. She may be a robot.
Judas became more awake at this news. "Interesting," he said. "Do you
think we can control her?"
"It does seem possible," the scientist replied. "We can figure out her
operating frequency tomorrow."
"Good!" Judas exclaimed. "But let's see if we can break her first. Where
can we find her?"
The TV screen now changed into a map. "CCTV has traced her route from a
few minutes ago. She was last seen entering these apartment buildings."
The scientist pointed at multiple points on the map. Judas looked at the
map closely, memorizing the streets. "Cool, cool. Alright, I'll draw her
out." He pulled out a phone and walked back to the elevator. "Hey, yeah
it's me." he said on the phone. "You got any more of those bombs left?
Cool, I need a few favors..."
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